Hello, this is my first story, I don't know how I'll do but if you can review then that's great. I welcome flames, because everyone won't like my writing, just keep in mind, this is my first try. (Live long and Prosper... just kidding, screw Star Trek!)

Disclaimer: Star wars is George Lucas idea, not mine

My Blaster begins to grow hot as it continues to fire, laser bolts shooting out and battle droids falling beneath it. The

hot stench of death and melting metal fills the air. And if that wasn't bad enough it was thirty two degrees below

freezing on this ice planet of hell. Tiny blast of shrapnel bounce off my armor as a thermal detonator explodes about

five meters ahead of me ripping apart three clone troopers. A young Jedi, whose name I've forgotten is in the middle

of this big mess, she's deflecting blaster bullets left and right. She's fighting hard, her twi'lek head tails seem to

be dancing as she spins and twists deflecting and slicing droids. No one was safe from the continuous hail of

blaster fire and bombs. Out of the three-hundred clones that attacked this planet of an ice-block out of a

nightmare, Rhen Var, only two-hundred remained. At least that's what a messenger said before he was shot in

the chest. I looked down at myself; my armor was almost black with grime, ash and shrapnel from the battle. A

part of my shoulder pad has been shot off. I was shot in the shoulder a few hoursback, I thought I leave this

hellhole and get off this damned planet, but once they patched me up they saluted me, handed me a blaster rifle,

some rations and sent me back here. To top it all off I only had three clips of ammo left. Although I guess that's

what I was trained for, to adapt to my situation. A clone next to me yelled over the noise, "Its sure fun the being

a hero, huh" he said sarcastically. I nodded and ducked back into cover. Three seconds later there was an

explosion and he was without a leg I glanced up and looked at Rhen Var's moon; I looked at the crescent form of

it as seems to cut across the sky. It seems so peaceful in this nightmare. Then I'm ripped back into the battle and

the captain yelling at me to get my ass up and charge the bunker, he says it's the admirals new "plan". I glare up

at our admiral's capital ship far up in space. Sighing I jump out of the bunker and run straight forward toward a

deadly hail of blaster fire. Fire and Smoke are all around me. Bodies and a few broken droid parts litter the area.

About fifteen clones are pinned down by a destroyed AT-TE, "Lets go Rescue them!" a sergeant yells. We all cheer

and as soon as we start to run forward vulture droids bomb our position sending body parts and blood flying

everywhere, and then the world fades to black...

What'd you think? Chapter 2 will be written soon